Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1887-01-28

hEs. ~ Aeiis OF the Long agony that u te-
coded an Inflated Poker's Early De-
mise.
Detroit Free Press.
Well the long agony is over and our pig
is dead. One day last fall Mr.. Bowser sud-
denly turned on ME with:
"Mrs. BowSer, why don't we keep Il
pig?"
Because we have no pen, no place for
one, and dOu't want the nuisance"
I'VE have plenty of room for pen.
can make one in half a day, and We might
as well raise our own pork Us to buy it.
The kitchen stuff yOu give away would
iatten three pigs"
| talked and argued, but it was no use.
brought up with poor success with hens,
but he chOked me OFF with:
Mrs. BOwser, perhaps you may not
know the difference between a lean, old,
heart-broken hen and choice pig, but
do, and We shall keep pig"
We'll, don't ask me to bother with it. "
mo one intended to! On the contrary
| hope you will keep rs far away from him
pork chops next wintern'
During the next three days Mr.. Bowser
was pig-hunting and pen-building, and at
length terrible Squealing in the alley in
formed me that his purchase had been made.
went out after bit and found tim,
cadayerous, wild.eyed beast weighing
about fifty pounds in the pen. He uttered
- 'wOOf ~ and made spring at me rs
looked over, and Mr. BOwSer came from the
barn and reared out:
What are you doing there? Do you
want To scare that pig 10 death?'
IL was simply looking ut him."
We'll, you simply keep away for awhile!
That pig is strange. He's got to have time
to look around. Any one knowing bran
from brOOmstickS wouldn't go rushing up
to pig pen like that
what breed is he?"
''ShOrt horn, ofcOurse. You don't think
I'd fool away my time on common pig, do
your"
why, never heard Of short-hOrn pig
before
"Oh, you didn't! There are great many
things you never heard OF, Mrs. BOwser,
and probably never will"
He's very thin"
Thin of course he is! If he was fat
he couldn't hold half of our kitchen stun. -
Just hear him take Onm
go away with you! It's your voice
that excites him! Mrs. Bowser, if that pig
bursts blood vessel you will DC to blame
for it, and it will cost you 81 i'll cash.
l went into the house and the pig seemed
more quiet. Mr.. BOwser fed him corn, pO-
tatoes, apples, swill, cold biscuit, a rib OF
cold beet, peanuts, grass, half an orange
and n banana. When he came in he rubbed
his hands aud chuekled:
Seems almost like being on u farm
again! | ought never to have been any
thing but q farmer"
We had scarcely finished supper when
the Pig began to Squeal. Mr.. Bowser went
out and walked seven times around the
pen, without being able to lind anything
wrong. The pig had good bed and an
abundance of food, but he stood III the mid
die of the pen and kept up doletul Squeal'
ing, and it was not until Mr.. BowSeI
knocked him down with fence picket
that we got an interval of rest. HeSqueal'
ed from to without a break, and, when
Mr.. Bowser came home at the latter hour,
he punched him with hoe handle and
secured another respite. We had just got
| to bed when the dOlefnl music begar
again.
Hes the uneasieSt pig l ever saw
ventured to observe, land / wonder yOu
didn't get some other breed"
Mrs. BOwser, did you ever own 4 pig
~. hNo, in r-n,tr htao''
| mo"
Then don't give me any more talk!
When want youradvice | will ask for it. y
But is ne to Squeal all night?'
"If he wants ton'
think he did. He got little hOarSC
about . o'clock in the morning, but he
managed to make his voice heard all the
same Mr.. BowSer went out and fed him
cut loaf sugar and Saratoga potatoes, and
for an hour or two he stood in the corner
of the pen and seemed buried i'll reflection.
Then he suddenly appeared in the back
yard and rooted up So worth Of new sod
ding and two beds Of flowers, and the
cook and had no sooner got him into the
pen than he began squealing again.
During the afternoon Mr.. Bowser remained
home and worked the fence-picEet racket
so vigorously that by night the pig had GOT
1 it into his head that the less he was heard
the better.
The next day the animal got out twice,
and it didn't take but twelve of the neigh
bOrs toget him back. After the first night
and from that to the night of his death, h
rested one hour and squealed the next as
regular as clock work. The day he didn't
get ont of the pen was a full day in oul
house. The night we didn't wish him dead
and threaten to murder him in the morning
WAS a rare exception. On several occasions
| said TO Mr.. Bowser:
Il believe that man cheated You on
the pig. newer saw an animal act rs h
dOes.n
Cheated ne Oh, yes rve lived il
this world forty-five years to be taken in
by q farmer who doesn't know whether
julius Cesar was blacksmith or an alder
man ~
BY and by the pig got his appetite, ant
Ia pail Of swill was only a mouthful fo